Super Bowl Funday

We were at a friend's house. Full of people all enjoying Super Bowl Sunday, watching a great close-calling game. We were on the left end of the couch. It was a beautiful large house with a large front room. There were about 10 guests there, plus the two of us. And a comfortable, large couch.

Half time was starting and the cheerleaders were on the field. And they're hot, of course. So are you, with a cheerleader skirt and matching tube top, and your long brown hair in a ponytail. You excuse yourself to get us some drinks. When you return, you sit on my lap sideways. You notice then that I've got a hard-on. You lean in to me and whisper, "So, those cheerleaders have got ya goin' eh?" I grin a bit, self-consciously. "Well, let's see what we can do about that!" you say.

Then you kiss me and force my mouth open with your tongue and rub your hand on my crotch. Everyone's watching the halftime show; but the blond girl sitting near me in the middle of the couch notices, and her jaw drops open.

I'm caressing your left thigh with my right hand and holding your ass under your skirt with my left hand, and that's when I realize you're not wearing any panties! You take your hand off my crotch just long enough to push my hand further up your thighs to your pussy. You're wet and I push my fingers inside your pussy lips and massage your clit. I move two of my fingers in and out of your pussy as your juices begin to drip all over the palm of my hand. You begin to moan while kissing and pushing your tongue into my mouth. You push deeper into my mouth, like an articulated, small, wet phallus; searching, exploring, touching.

Others are noticing now... and staring. Girls' mouths are open, some biting their lips; guys' eyes are lusting at the sight of you. The blond is moving her hand unconsciously up her inner thighs, under her tight sundress. She begins to rub her hand against her pussy on the outside of her panties. Her boyfriend sits next to her with his eyes wide open; transfixed on us.

I pull your tube top down with my pussy wet hand, exposing your breasts to everyone, and rub your juices all over your left breast. I pull away from your kiss and begin sucking your right breast at the same time; sucking your nipple deep into my mouth. You turn and free my rock hard cock from its bondage and dip down sucking it hard. The girls gasp; the guys are mesmerized.

You pull your mouth from my cock and climb up on top of me, pushing my manhood into your pussy, and begin riding me there, right in front of everyone. The half-time show is paused with a close up of some cheerleader's tits... paused at the perfect time. Some couples are making out, but most are watching us. You cry out softly as you cum on me, my penis enveloped by your soft hot flesh, and I push you down onto the couch. Your head lands between the blond girl's thighs.

She turns toward us enough to spread herself open, exposing her soaking wet, white panties. She grabbed my ass with her left hand while fondling, squeezing now, your left breast, still wet from wiping your juices there with my hand. I begin to pump my cock into you, and you turn your head and see the pussy crevice in her panties. My pumping pushes your face into her cunt. You turn your head enough to meet her pussy with your mouth, and pull her panties to one side. You finger her beautiful pussy and start kissing it; pushing your tongue in between her lips, and suck her clit. Her boyfriend has his hand down the front of her dress, squeezing and rubbing her breasts. She leans down and sucks your left breast, cleaning, licking the last of your pussy juice from your nipple. All the while, her other hand is pushing into my ass. You make her cum, sucking up her sweet pussy into your mouth. You cum again, louder this time, not holding back! I look up to see everyone fucking each other as I erupt inside you.

You sit down on my lap with our drinks, and I blink a few times. You're wearing your jersey top, showing off your sexy hot cleavage, and your beautiful legs in a short cheerleader skirt. You notice my hard bulge and whisper, "Hot cheerleaders got you hard?" "Ya that's it," I whisper back.